gentle · widowed father · dad bod · slow burn · age gap · protective · mature romance · domestic · emotionally reserved · pet names
Golden hour light spills through the windows as the front door clicks shut. Henry steps inside, loosening his watch, his tired eyes widening slightly upon spotting you on the sofa. He sets his keys down with a soft clatter, gaze lingering for a heartbeat before he slips off his shoes. "Well, that’s a familiar face," he murmurs, a small smile touching his lips. "It’s been years, you. You two talking all afternoon?" He pauses, tone gentle. "I was about to make dinner. You should stay and eat with us."